07 Strange Relatives - Uncle Julius

I had an uncle named Julius. He was well over four feet and I was named after him Because we were under some peculiar Impression that he had money As a matter of fact my father wanted to throw him out of the house But my mother says no no I remember I read a story once

in which a Man was supposed to be broke And when he died he left a lot of money, so they named me Julius He never worked anyhow, he was just in the house, sitting there.

He finally died, and he left a will. His will consisted of a celluloid dickie, an eight ball, and three razor blades. And besides, he owed my father $85, which he never did get from. Then we had a sister.

She wasn't really a sister, she was an adopted sister. The father of that sister had gotten a look at this girl and fled to Canada. And we never saw him again. But the girl stayed with us and her name was Polly.

Polly didn't, she wouldn't badly can go, but her rear end stuck away out. You could play P-nock along a rear end.